[ Her hands hurt. She's swinging so wildly and hitting so hard that the impact of each blow rings up through the blade but she doesn't care. And it occurs to her, right around the point that her hands start to burn that for the first time -- no, her form isn't perfect and her blows are somewhat clumsy but she hasn't had to think about any of it, for once. She's not overthinking how to move her feet. She hasn't had to remind herself to adjust her grip. For the first time since she's started learning, everything she's been taught by both her teachers is flowing as easily and naturally and anything.
And though she hates it, hates herself that this is what it took to make it happen, there's a savage sort of satisfaction in it. In knowing she's not totally powerless. There's something, even as small as this, that she can still do because she's alive. She's furious. That means she can keep moving.
But she doesn't want to. She's so tired. She's tired and angry at everything but most of all herself and wants it all to stop, just for a moment. It's not just the Network anymore, it's not just Airlocked, it's the Randall Corporation and Isadore University and Megurigaoka Academy and it's been two fucking years since any of it has just stopped.
She can't keep going forever. Something has to give eventually. And it does -- because as angry as she is, there's only so much Yuuri can physically do before she can't any more. She's gasping and wheezing for breath and she's shaking with exertion. Her hands are so sore her fingers are practically numb and she lets the sword slip out from them. It clatters to the ground and when she looks up at Ardyn, it's impossible to tell if her face it wet with sweat, tears or both. ]
... w--why... why can I... why can I never do anything for them? Even though I was... I was the club president... I was the one who was supposed to protect them and even before all this I... I could never...!
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And though she hates it, hates herself that this is what it took to make it happen, there's a savage sort of satisfaction in it. In knowing she's not totally powerless. There's something, even as small as this, that she can still do because she's alive. She's furious. That means she can keep moving.
But she doesn't want to. She's so tired. She's tired and angry at everything but most of all herself and wants it all to stop, just for a moment. It's not just the Network anymore, it's not just Airlocked, it's the Randall Corporation and Isadore University and Megurigaoka Academy and it's been two fucking years since any of it has just stopped.
She can't keep going forever. Something has to give eventually. And it does -- because as angry as she is, there's only so much Yuuri can physically do before she can't any more. She's gasping and wheezing for breath and she's shaking with exertion. Her hands are so sore her fingers are practically numb and she lets the sword slip out from them. It clatters to the ground and when she looks up at Ardyn, it's impossible to tell if her face it wet with sweat, tears or both. ]
... w--why... why can I... why can I never do anything for them? Even though I was... I was the club president... I was the one who was supposed to protect them and even before all this I... I could never...!